Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2012 20:35:34 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger
Subject: Midwestern Tale: Chapter 7
Warning! The following story is a pure work of erotic fiction. All names,
dates and places depicted herein are fictional. The story contains some
chapters with descriptive scenes of sexual encounters between consenting
individuals. Some chapters may not be as erotic as others for certain
readers; however, if my readers will stay with the story I'm sure you all
will enjoy the story. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this
nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not
read any further.
Midwestern Tale
By The Rump Ranger
Chapter 7: Learning To Drive
My head was whirring with images of Danny; what I wanted to do to him and
what I wanted him to do to me, sexually. The summer of 1970 was a time of
extreme frustration for me. Physically my body had transformed from that of
a child to adolescent. I was experiencing a kind of emotional seasickness,
trying to let my state of mind catch up with my body. That seemed to be a
losing battle. Over six months since puberty set in my body had developed
in all areas and was developing at a faster rate than most boys my age;
furthermore, my sexual appetite was out of control. Most twelve year old
boys didn't have a clue about sex or sexual relations.
I'd been involved in a sexual liaison, if you could call it that, with my
best bud. Tim had planted the seed early on in my life. However, since
meeting Danny he had been nurturing a wellspring of sexual feelings. The
summer had proven to be full of ups and downs for me. In many ways I longed
to be the grown up that my body had transformed into, but I also wanted to
remain a kid for as long as possible.
As I matured towards adolescences and adulthood I was aware that more would
be expected of me in future years. I was facing many dilemmas that summer
of 1970. I had been experiencing a conflict between teachings of my church
and certain sinful but pleasurable passions I wanted to sample in life. It
would seem that lust for pleasure was winning. Ostensibly I portrayed the
city tough guy image, or at least as tough as a kid my age could be. I
loved my family and they loved me back. I'd discovered how blessed I was to
have such a close-knit family after talking to Danny about his childhood.
That spring and summer of puberty I was much like a sponge, trying to soak
up everything surrounding me. I would file every detail I observed, heard
or read into my head for future reference and decisions. I was learning the
finer points about sex from my cousin's boyfriend. Unlike my boyfriend back
home Danny's lessons were turning out to be more academic than pragmatic. I
enjoyed listening to his stories about sex, but was put off by his rule
that we could not touch because of my age. I was ready to try anything
sexual with Danny.
I desperately wanted to have sex with Danny before he returned to the
university to start his fall semester. At least for a few more days I'd be
allowed to marvel at Danny's exotically beautiful body as he pranced around
the cabin naked, listening to his stories.
After Danny and I showered and dressed we exited the cabin to walk towards
the house to see if there might be any breakfast vittles left. As we
stepped off the porch to begin walking I noticed there were no dogs at our
heels. I suspected that the dogs were in the field. Once in the house Aunt
Flo greeted us asking if we were hungry. We told her we would be thankful
for any leftovers. She poured us juice and coffee before she began
dutifully preparing our bacon, eggs and potatoes.
When we finished breakfast, which included a delightful homemade pastry,
the three of us made small talk with Aunt Flo for a few minutes while we
all enjoyed another cup of coffee together. She reminded us that Uncle
James' needed us to meet him around noonish. She told us that she'd signal
us with the bell around noon that it was time to come for the basket that
contained the lunch sandwiches.
"So, how do we get to the field?" I asked.
"James said that you boys can drive Bruce's tractor out to the field. You
all know how to start and drive that thing, right?" Aunt Flo asked.
"Not me mom," Danny replied. "I'm 100 percent city boy."
"I know how to start and drive it Aunt Flo."
Danny had been addressing Aunt Flo as mom since he and Bruce got
together. She had been more of a mom to him than his biological mom. We
went outside where the morning sun was producing high temperature and
humidity. In no time our T-shirts were wet with perspiration.
"So, do you really know how to operate that tractor?" Danny asked.
"Sure, no problem and I can drive it too. Bruce started driving that
tractor when he was eleven."
"Cool!" Danny exclaimed. "So, what're we gonna do for the next couple hours
before the big adventure into the unknown?"
"I'd like to do some exploring, but that adventure ain't gonna happen
according to you," I said as we closed on the cabin.
Once inside Danny said, "I've told you my story this morning, so why don't
you tell me yours."
"Not much to tell. Like you I'm the only child in my family. My boyfriend
tried to fuck me in the ass early last Saturday morning, it didn't
workout. I go back to school about a week after you and Bruce go back to
college. My dad is ridin my ass to bring my grades up, so I can get into
college. And he also wants me to stop smoking," I said. "Oh yeah, and he
wants me to use a condom when I have sex with the chicky in town."
Danny was bowled over with laughter at the abbreviated version of my life
story, especially the part about using a condom. Finally, he got control of
himself to ask, "You smoke? I haven't seen you smoke since I've been around
you."
"Bruce asked me to throw my cigs away while I was visiting. So, I threw the
almost empty pack out the car window on the way here."
"So, you not only smoke, but you fuckin litter the highway too," Bruce said
jokingly. "I smoked the last year in high school and the summer after
graduation. Tom hated cigarettes and wouldn't let me smoke in his car or
apartment."
"Maybe that's why he broke up with you," I said.
"Might have been. Anyway I quit smokin when I met Bruce. He's so athletic
and into his body as a temple and all; besides, it's not a healthy habit."
"Yeah, I know."
"So what's with the ducktail haircut? I mean I thought that DAs were out of
fashion. Most guys now have either really long hair or short hair cuts, at
least, at the university."
"The guys in my gang wear their hair like this, so I do too."
"Why don't you stop being a follower and become a leader Donnie. You don't
need that DA hair cut, the cigs or even the clothing to prove your
manliness. Be your own man," Danny said. "I bet you could be president of
you student body. Do they do that at your school?"
"I don't know, but I may just give that some thought when I get home," I
replied.
"So, what are your aspirations?" Danny asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What are you preparing yourself for when you get out of school? I kinda
get the feeling that you may not want to be a farmer. Don't get me wrong
there's nothin wrong with farmin, but I know Bruce wants more out of life
than farming."
"I haven't given it much thought. Farm life is kinda peaceful and it's been
in the family for generations."
"When you get home sit down and have a talk with your folks about your
future and college. See if they want to set up a fund for you to attend
college."
"I don't think money will be a problem," I said. "The family has more money
than they know what to do with."
"Bruce told me that the family has money set aside for his education and
most everyone in the family is aware that college is going to be a must for
a person to be successful agriculture entrepreneur in the future," Danny
replied. "Another thing you might do is contact your counselor or teacher,
ask them what direction they suggest you take with your life. You need
options in life nowadays."
"Good idea. Did you do that when you were my age?"
"Not really. I wish my folks had taken the time to talk to me, but my dad
had plans for me from the time I was born as to what I was going to do with
my life. What college I would attend. Hell, he hired tutors couple times in
grade school when my grades fell below "A"s. Then I fucked up all his plans
for me and his planning turned to shit."
"So, how do you feel about that?" I questioned.
"I don't really know Donnie, but from what I've seen of your dad the couple
times I met him and what I've heard about him, he's one smart man. I know
that James "Big Boss" Bucklin and others in the family don't make any
business or financial moves without his okay."
"I know dad is like Uncle James's right hand man when it comes to family
business and finance," I replied.
"That's what I've heard," Danny said. "Do you know much about your dad's
background and what he does for the family?"
"I've been to his office in town a few times. When I've been there it seems
as though he's always busy talking to someone, on the phone or dictating a
letter. I know after the Korean War he graduated from college with a double
major before going to law school."
"Do you know what his majors were?" Danny asked.
"Accounting and Economics is what the diploma on his office wall states. I
know his company does all the accounting, legal work and takes care of all
real estate transactions for the Bucklin family."
"Bruce speaks highly of your father. I think he also handles the family
trust."
"Danny, let me ask you, how did your father take the news that his only son
was queer?"
"He was rather quiet when I broke the news to him and mom. Mom said she'd
known for a long time that I was different, but thought I'd outgrow it. Dad
has never really sat down with me to discuss the matter."
"I don't know how my dad will take the news," I said.
"Donnie, I'd wait a few years before you bust out making that
announcement. Make sure you are what you now think you are before telling
your folks. I told my folks after I got out of jail. We finally had to
have, after all the years, the big family meeting after dad sprung me."
As we continued talking about our families I heard Aunt Flo hit the bell on
the porch a couple times, warning us that it was almost noon. We left the
cabin to walk towards the house. Once we approached the porch Aunt Flo
handed us the wicker basket full of food. Danny grabbed the handle of the
basket. As we started to walk away Aunt Flo said, "Wait a minute."
She then fetched a big container of water and said, "Here boys you'll need
this. It's going to be another hot one today."
With the basket and water container in hand we began walking towards the
barn. As we approached the tractor Danny asked, "Are you sure you know how
to start and drive this thing?"
"Watch me and learn," I said in my most manly voice.
My mind was replaying the day before when I watched Bruce started his
tractor. The first thing I did was walk around to the right side where I
opened the petcock. Then I returned to the left side, opening that
petcock. I set the choke and throttle lever the way Bruce had done. Then I
suddenly remembered that I had to open the fuel valve beneath the fuel tank
and ahead of the sediment bowl. Once all that was done I checked to make
sure the tractor was out of gear before I began throwing the flywheel
over. After about a half dozen tries the tractor came chugging to life.
I closed the petcocks, eased the choke off and we both mounted the
tractor. Danny set the basket between his feet on the platform and I hung
the container of water on a hook. I pulled over to the big above ground
fuel tank where I topped off the tank with gas before heading out to the
field.
As Danny stood on the platform next to me I could see that he was impressed
with my tractor skills. After a few minutes of driving down the county road
to a dirt perimeter road we saw dust in the distance. We drove towards the
three tractors in the distance. They were moving towards a big lonely
tree. The men would park the farm equipment for the lunch break.
We arrived, me with a big smile plastered across my face. I'd never driven
the tractor before, but after watching my cousin on Monday afternoon I knew
I could drive it. And did I drive it! Uncle James, Bruce and the other farm
hands welcomed us with big smiles clapping their hands before Bruce took
the food basket from Danny.
Uncle James opened the lid and then began handing out the sandwiches, each
one neatly wrapped in wax paper. All the men ate in silence. Once the
sandwiches were gone they consumed their drinks while eating the fresh
baked chocolate chip cookies Aunt Flo had sent along.
Uncle James spoke up asking, "Did you top off the fuel tank boy?"
I answered back proudly, "Sure did sir."
"I got a task for you boys this afternoon. I'm sendin you boys over about
five miles from here to get an old wagon sitting at the edge of one of my
fields. I hope the thing is still able to be towed, if not come on back."
"If it's still there we'll get it and bring it back sir," I said. I would
move heaven and earth before I gave up, returning empty handed.
"Tell `em how to get there son," Uncle James said before he sat down on the
ground, wiping his brow with his big red handkerchief.
"Last time I saw the wagon it appeared towable," Bruce said. "You take the
county road south for about five miles. You'll come to a gate that has our
family sign on it stating no trespassing. Here's the key. Open the gate and
drive down the perimeter road to the right for about a mile and you'll see
the wagon sittin off the road between the road and the fence. You know how
to hook up a wagon to the tractor?"
"Not really, but I'm sure I can figure it out," I replied.
"Son, show the boys how to work that hitch before they take off."
Bruce explained how to open and close the hitch and to make sure the clevis
pin was in place for safety before we started to tow the wagon. He said
that Danny should hold the tongue of the wagon up and then I could slowly
back the tractor up into the hitch. He said that I should be real careful
to not hurt Danny while hooking the wagon up.
With all the instructions filed away in my head I drove off with Danny
beside me. We'd gone couple miles when we saw dust from a car coming
towards us. A county sheriff's car sped past us, the driver waving. My
heart was racing. I thought to myself what the hell was I going to tell the
deputy if he turned around and started chasing me.
"He's gone," Danny said clapping me on the back.
My heart began to settle back to its normal rhythm. After a couple more
miles I saw the gate ahead. I slowed the tractor down, pulled the nose of
the tractor up to the gate and took the tractor out of gear. Danny
dismounted the tractor to unlock the lock on the gate. He then swung the
gate open and stood next to it while I drove the tractor inside. Once I was
on the perimeter road inside the property Danny closed the gate, but didn't
lock it.
Danny jumped back upon the Model B and I proceeded to where I'd been told
the wagon was located. Sure enough there it was. I made a big turn, parking
the tractor so I could take a look and then backup to it. Danny and I
walked around the wagon sitting in high brown grass. Everything looked
okay. Danny tired to lift the tongue of the wagon. "Damn this fucker is
heavy or it's frozen in place."
"Let's both try it."
Both of us put our backs into lifting the tongue. Finally we got it to move
just enough to line up with the hitch on the back of the tractor. I mounted
the tractor, put it in reverse and slowly backed up. Clang the tongue hit
the hitch perfectly and locked up. "Damn you're good Donnie."
"Thanks. Now put the pin back in the hitch insert the safety clip and were
outa here."
Danny did what he was suppose to do and jumped up on the platform next to
me. We began pulling the old wagon out of the weeds onto the dirt
road. Once on the road we were off towards the gate. When we arrived at the
gate I stopped the tractor. Danny and I dismounted. He pulled the gate open
as I walked around the wagon to check it out. I felt the wheel bearing
areas of the tires to make sure the bearings were not seized up.
Finding everything okay I jumped back up in the seat of the tractor and
pulled it out onto the county road. Danny pulled the gate closed and locked
it. He jumped on the wagon and walked along the bed to the platform on
tractor and we were off to the farm. About a mile from the farm entrance I
saw a car approaching. Damn, it was that deputy again.
This time he slowed down. I slowed down and we both stopped side by side on
the county road. "You all Bucklin boys?" The deputy asked.
"Yep, I'm Donnie and this is Danny," I replied pointing to Danny standing
next to me.
"Haven't seen you boys around here before," The deputy said.
I though to myself, shit we're busted. "We're just here for the summer
helpin Big Boss Bucklin out."
"The old man havin you boys out bringin in all the dregs in from the fields
before fall sets," The deputy replied.
"I guess," I replied. "I don't question Big Boss man. When he says do
something I do it and don't ask no questions."
"I hear that yungin. Have a good day," The deputy said before he sped away.
Me, I was sweating bullets and my heart was racing. I guess maybe I did
look old enough to drive. My head was beginning to swell with pride. I'd
accomplished the task assigned to me by Uncle James with no problems. Once
back at the farm I left the wagon connected to the tractor because I didn't
know where to put it.
Danny and I dismounted the machine. I reached under to fuel tank to shut
off the valve. After that the engine ran out of gas. Danny and I began
walking back towards the main house before going to my cousin's cabin. As
we approached something sure smelled good and I was ready to eat as soon as
the dinner bell rang.
[Come on readers what do you think of the story thus far? I hope my readers
want to hear more of Midwestern Tale. Stay with the story chapter by
chapter to find out what happens between the three main characters: Bruce,
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